At this moment, let’s imagine what the world would be like if we could inoculate hate and evil from the earth. Think of the lives we would save! A world where everyone would live together; no fathom, no harm, only living as one. We would be a racism of human beings, protecting and loving each other, no matter the country or color of skin.

Let us pray so….

Envision going to God’s temple on Sunday, and the Ten Commandments proudly stood in the vestibule by the gold shovel at the door. There’d be no need to claim a religious doctrine for only Jesus would minister to thousands of parishioners who’d attend church every Sunday morning.

Let us pray so….

Could it ever be where harmony would spread instead of wildfires, and we looked upon a friend as a brother in Christ? We’d unite to build a better way of life. The homeless would merely be those whose homes are under construction. Our infants would never fear for their last meal – even in Africa and other destitute areas of the world where hope is nonexistent. We could organize a Million Man March for natural disaster victims.

Let us pray so….

Wars for lies untold would be a thing of the past. Languages would be the only barrier the world has ever known. Unity in faith, as God perceived, would be heavenly. One God, one religion, one human race gathered together as one heart, one soul and mind trying to help each other. We could wipe our brows knowing we tried our best.

Let us pray so….

City streets would be ready for tomorrow, and the manicured lawns would welcome visitors. Locks on doors will be for Satan’s evil spirits who will all but given up his ghostly image.

Let us pray so!

What a wonderful world we will share when God inoculates hate in the world! Christians, let the happy word spread – this WILL be our heaven one day with Jesus!

Let us pray so….

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The heavens are disgruntled. God’s tears fall through the pastel gray clouds illuminated with streaks of sherbet colors. The veins of rain pour through the morning light. Somber is my surroundings, for God is closing in – fed up with those who doubt His power. His world wasn’t created for dishonest inhabitants. As the Lord spoke, if liars slither about the dirt to claim life’s lies, their salt will not inherit the earth. He will spare only those who endure His land, the meek; His chosen trees will stand straight and tall, showing more integrity than the snakes crawling about the swamp and cattails.

In the dawn’s early morn, the pain of yesterday’s yearnings claim a broken spirit’s aches. Our skeletons hang in mirrored closets as we armor ourselves against prosecutions. Oh, the stories our hearts and souls could tell, for no one is beyond reproach. Living in a transparent world, we only share what’s visible to bystanders. Isn’t it a God’s blessing life has no reverse?

It’s the third week of August, and our cooler weather is so out of character for Arkansas. Even a nearby chameleon notices the change. He lays in the flowers changing colors so as not to be seen by enemies. I asked God, “Is he acting or is this his character?” I chuckled at God’s humor. Now, my mind wonders to famous, well-known actors, like the John Wayne’s and Clint Eastwood’s, which we gravitated to in their popular years of movies. Were they acting or were some of the characters they played honestly their personality? Were these stars the same both on and off the silver screen? Did their colors change when they were out of sight?

Arriving a minute or two late, I stepped into the pew and closed the gate. It was an ancient church which served double duty. Patriots created their own government in this 1695 parish. It was a beautiful spring morning in Southern Maryland, crisp and breezy, and the daffodils swayed in the early sunlight. I took a deep breath as I made some adjustments – straightening the tie and adjusting my jacket. The procession was about to happen.

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